"I'm being morose," Cassian admits, turning his hand so that her fingers can brush along the inside of his palm if she so chooses; he also tilts his head a bit in her direction and gives her a small, tight sort of smile in return. "It's okay, though."

She looks good, in his shirt; he can mentally fixate on that, instead. "Anything specific you want to bring for the picnic?" He reaches up and pats Poe between the shoulders in thanks before leaning forward to fetch the first aid kit out from under the sink.